I thought I had it worked out but thoughts of failures tell me I haven't worked anything out. Now that I have been dx for over a year I guess I really believed deep in my heart that I could make my problems go away. I really believed I'd wake up and not be bipolar. I'm tired and frustrated. I'm bored with everthing. I used to be more sociable and loving until last november when my mother or deceased dog. That dog was my heart, God I loved her.I miss that damn dog so much. Now with my mother being gone too, I feel so alone and afraid. That's hard confession to make, but it's true. What I need right now is good friends that understand what bipolar is all about.
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